The Outsiders Smut Novels & Stories

I turned my eyes away surprised at his openness. “Ah… wa-w-what are you doing?” I stuttered, “I don’t want to rip my clothes” he said pulling off his boots, “You might want to do the same, if you want to have something to put on again when we get there”. I looked back at him and he now stood in nothing but his boxer briefs with his hands on his hips, staring directly me. A breath got caught in my throat. I have only ever seen Gunner this naked before. Smith is seriously good looking and he was making no attempt to hide himself. A heat ran through my body and I felt a tingle in my legs and an ache in my lower abdomen. What the fuck is wrong with me right now? I love Gunner so why would I be o

"But the rounded curves of her buttocks and breasts subtly revealed beneath her mourning skirt were so full and voluptuous... Truly, knowing it was flesh aged for ten years, it made me swallow my saliva." Between the intimate sounds of friction, the man's obscenities struck like daggers. "The moment this beastly fellow's manhood stole a glance at that noble widow lady, it erected stiffly inside my trousers from broad daylight, almost tearing through the loose fabric." "I wanted to pin her down, tear her skirt, and pound her." With a sharp gasp of disbelief. As that insolent, vulgar male smut—describing my body from top to bottom as if tasting it and imagining ravishing me—flowed intact from

Never the less he complied as he knew His Lady would get to hear about any disobedience on his part. The driver got in the car, her skirt exposing stocking tops and a flash of pale thigh. She made no attempt to cover herself as they drove off. Graham could feel his cock demanding attention as it rubbed against the silky panties he was wearing, the plug thrilling his insides. The combined hardness and penetration was almost unbearable, he had never been so hard though and knew he would just have to grin and bear it. "Are you hard? you cheep slut" "Yes" answered Graham. "You will show me a bit more respect Slut Boy or you can get out here"

I was breathing hard as I laid down there and just thought of what I did, I was so fucked and it was the fault of none other than the 6'5 muscular green eyed handsome man next door. I got up and used the bathroom and cleaned myself up Well the smut, was rather really smut 😩😩😩 I'm just trying tho

Olandria crawled out, her face flushed, her lips glistening with my spit and precum. I didn't give her a second to speak. I didn't give her a chance to react. I grabbed her by the waist and turned her around so her ass was facing me as I smacked it She lets out a sharp cry "You think you're funny, don't you?" I growled, my voice dark and dangerous.

Saliva smeared across my skin, strings of spit connecting my nipples as they switched, biting one, sucking the other, then trading places again. I writhed on the table, my hands clawing uselessly against the polished wood. The burn of humiliation was unbearable—being spread out, tits feasted on by strangers, while my husband sat bound and gagged, forced to watch. And yet, underneath the shame… my pussy pulsed with heat. Each suck, each bite made my clit throb harder, slick running down my thighs. The leader leaned over me, his lips brushing my ear. “Listen to yourself, sweetheart. Screaming like a slut. You love this, don’t you?”

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

It slapped against his stomach, leaving a smear of precum on his skin. "Fuck, Y/N. You have no idea what you do to me," *he panted, fumbling with the waistband of your panties. In one swift motion, he ripped them away, baring your dripping sex to his hungry gaze. The intoxicating scent of your arousal flooded his senses, making his head swim with lust.*

“Good.” He turned me around and pushed me forward until my hips hit the edge of the table again. This time he didn’t bend me all the way over right away. He flipped my dress up over my back so everything was exposed, then ran both hands over my ass cheeks, spreading them. I felt more of Ryan’s cum leak out of my hole and drip down. “Fuck, look at this,” Scott said, voice low and rough. “Your asshole’s still open. Cum’s still leaking out of it. Such a messy little slut.”